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Blossoms

by Veida Dima

The sprouts rooted, taking a strong hold in the Earth –
Ending in the beginning and beginning at the end. 

 

What magnificent vibrancy lays in your future as you blossom to your fullest height.
Soaking up the sun and absorbing the rain –
You use your stored energy to shower me with love. 

 

As the clouds set in, you start to wither away –
Returning to the Earth as I was at my fullest. 

 

My tears reach your mound, but my own blossoms need my attention.
You are never forgotten because you helped me grow –
As I shower my love to those below.


One ending brings a new beginning.

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